Alphabet Soup

Mr. Nobody loves his Alphabet Soup.
A soup that is best served cold, paired with a fine Pinot Noir and a side of children.
Children, with their dash of salty tears,
Pinch of spice- red chili flakes sprinkled down from a nose sans a finger that was formerly jammed up  the tiny head, wiggling around in an idiotic brain.
And what of the ever sticky, sugar coated hands?  Two is enough or three if you have sweet tooth and love the feeling of sinking your teeth into rubbery flesh, then the apex- crunching bone.
Laughter to taste.  Innocent and loud, long and grating.
Mr. Nobody loves his Alphabet Soup.  Come back Mr. Baby.  You’ve been a bad baby.

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